So I am trying really hard to get used to the thought of living somewhere different. At least twice a day we go to "the new house." And I love walking across the little steps from the carport to the front door. I love that there is a glass/screen door, I love that I have a key and I can walk in whenever I want. I love that I get to make that home mine. It is weird though. I have walked up 23 steps (I think that is how many there are) to our apartment pretty much everyday (somedays I don't leave) for almost 3 years. I brought my little boys home from the hospital here, I learned how to be a stay at home mom here. Tyson and I have had spitting competitions off the balcony and watched fireworks, jets, sunsets, and thunderstorms hundreds of times. I will miss looking out the window and seeing Leo and Ethnie making faces at Josh. I will miss running over to Becca's for no reason except that I need to get out of the house. It will be weird not hearing Gentry's video games and Christy singing or giggling. I will really miss our warm summer evening talks with anyone and everyone that is roaming around outside. It will be weird to have someone else live here. There are a lot of things I am really excited about, but it feels weird to abandon the home we have made and make a new one somewhere else. It is like those empty nests you find in a tree, or fallen on the ground. Some bird worked so hard making it, sometimes with little scraps of the randomest things, and then when they don't need it, they just...move on.